Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.